A little buoy said "Mother, deer
May Eye go out too play?
The son is bright, the heir is clear,
Owe! mother, don't say neigh!"
"Go fourth, my sun", the mother said;
His ant said: "Take ewer slay,
Your gneiss knew sled, awl painted read
Butt dew knot lose ewer weigh."
"Ah, know!" he cried, and sought the street
With hart sew full of glee--
The weather changed, and snow and sleet
And reign fell fierce and free.
Threw snow-drifts grate, threw wat'ry pool,
He flue with mite and mane.
Said he: "Though I wood walk by rule
Eye am knot write, 'tis plane
I'd like too meat sum kindly sole
For hear gnu dangers weight,
And yonder stairs a treacherous whole;
To sloe has bin my gate.
A peace of bred, a gneiss hot stake,
Eyed chews if Eye were home;
This crewel fate my hart will brake'
I love knot thus too Rome.
I'm week and pail; I've mist my rode!"
Butt hear a carte came passed--
He and his sled were safely toad
Back two his home at last.
Elizabeth T. Corbett
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